She sighs, looking once more at the icy, bright stars. Shade can feel the goose bumps prickling on her skin in the chill, her long fingers cold. When was the last time she had felt truly warm?

Even if he wouldn't accept the realities of his situation, at least he wasn't so eager to turn himself in again. For that she was grateful; his escape had been more luck than engineering last time, and next time . . . she didn't want to think about it. If for no other reason than to buy time for him to wrap his mind around things, Shade decides not to press the issue.

"All right. It's safer your way, and maybe Cadogan will thank us. I'd like to think we didn't trek all the way out here and risk our lives for nothing."